Boys and Girls

Hokay so, we've got three boys and two girls. As of right now, if you include Rowan the boys are one up on the girls in numbers. Current totals are five girls (four cats and me) and six boys (three cats, Max, Terrance the turtle and Rowan) but Chaos has yet to reveal her hand so who knows, we just may pull ahead on this one.




Alrighty, this is Polar Bear he's a boy.

and a cutie :)

Here are Norman (left), Peanut Butter (right) and of course Max (far right).

Norman is a boy and Peanut's a girl.

This cutie baby is Ruckus, he's a boy and was sitting there staring at me as I took pictures of everyone else. The most adorable thing was since they're still just a bit unsteady on their feet he was rocking back and forth just a little, soooo cute!



Then there's ninja, the other girl baby kitty, she is the most active little bugger of them all.
As I was taking pictures sitting in the hall she was all over checkin out my belly, wandering a bit and puffing herself up at Max which was cute and hilarious at the same time because Max is pretty much scared of the kittens.


















I don't think he knows what they are or what to do with them, if they start coming near him he starts looking around nervously and eventually runs away. Mostly the kittens just stare at him, Ninja was trying to hiss last night but she's not very loud or intimidating... or at least I didn't think so, Max was petrified.

Say hello to Rowan!

Here he is, our little boy :)

I never did get around to scanning anything so they're just pictures of the pictures but they look alright.


If you can't quite make that one out it says "right foot" and his toes are to the left. He was squirming around so it looks like he's got about nine toes. Silly baby.

And here's his face shot, we had one other one that looked like he was pouting, I think it was because the ultrasound lady was shaking him around (he wasn't the most cooperative lad at times)

It was pretty cool to feel him moving and see him moving at the same time :) I think he's ADORABLE.

Tune in next time for the kitten adventures! Havoc gave birth to five little ones between Friday afternoon and Saturday evening I think they're pretty cute but not up to much yet. I'll update with pictures and everything once Chaos has hers. That's right they both got pregnant at the same time, I guess it's just a sister thing, eh Joylynn? The vet said we should have our second litter sometime this week or next. Max is so funny, I'm not sure he knows what to make of Havoc's babies he gets really concerned when they all start mewing at Havoc for milk and when he gets a chance to see them he stares but won't come very close. At least he isn't having kittens... I think that'd be one too many litters for me... not to mention creepy...

Mice can't talk and they aren't my friends

My cats are great, they hunt and catch mice and moles... unfortunately my cats also think we'll be very impressed if they bring them inside and leave them laying around. We got home Sunday evening after running around a bit and settled in to watch our rented movie that's when we found two dead mice looking things (maybe moles?) under the coffee table! Fortunately Logan is big and brave and he threw them out and didn't even tease me for being really girly about it. Isn't he great?

The next morning we woke up to scratching noises in the corner of the bedroom which turned out to be Chaos. She had a live mouse in our room and she was playing with it! Logan threw it out the window. It wasn't moving much so he put on a glove and took care of it... and by that I mean he threw it against a tree. Later in the yard we found another dead small critter and also one in the bottom of the trash can (Gross eh? I think maybe it was just hiding from the cats.)

The WORST though was last night when I was walking to the bedroom and I saw Chaos calmly walking across the hall with a small animal in her mouth! I guessed a squirrel but when Logan went to check it out it turned out to be a little rabbit. It was pretty messed up and I wanted to just shoot it to put it out of its misery but we aren't really supposed to be shooting things in the city (even if it makes sense and isn't cruel) so Logan just put it back in the woods to die. I felt bad but I can understand not wanting to try and kill it with a shovel or something.

If my cats want to kill mice and moles I am all for it and we praise them for it... unless they bring them in the house. But catching a bunny just seems a little intense for a little cat to pull off... maybe she thinks she's a cougar or something.

The annoying thing to me is that I feel like I used to be a lot braver before I was pregnant. The cats at my parents' house used to kill things and I'd just grab a shovel and fling them off into the corner of the yard or whatever but now I don't even want to look at them. It's weird... maybe some psychological safeguard against any diseases I can get from handling dead things?

Oh! And we found out there are bats hiding behind our gutter and they don't like the heat from a grill. At least that solves the mystery of the weird droppings on the lid of the barbecue.